Likes:stalking and frightening other cats, yowling, meowing with mouth full which sounded like gargling, loved dogsPet-Peeves:All other cats. Litter box. Being sick and weakFavorite Toy:Other, mostly terrified, cats. Climbing trees so she could whack your head with her paws (yes, she had no claws but nothing stopped her)Favorite Nap Spot:Flower bed with the bedding plants all crushed into a perfectly circular nestFavorite Food:Those disgusting pouches of stinky foodSkills:Carried things in her mouth..like earthworms that were left on the floor to dessicate and be mistaken for rubber bands...Dwells:
indoors and outdoors Arrival Story:Temi was abandoned without food and water when her first owners were evicted (the same $%^&!! people who had her claws removed). When the landlord opened the door she ran out into the wilds. A day later she came back to the only home she had known and fell asleep on the door matt. A good samaritan caught her and my sister adopted her.Bio:Temi had the personality of a sledge hammer. Unapologetically loud, aggressive and possessive. She lived her life like she controlled everything. If she didn't like something, it was nothing that a bit of human-batting and yowling would not repair.
Temi used up several of her lives when she ate a large portion of an Orchid (by climbing to the top of a 5ft shelf and leaning over ...not like we left it out for cat-munching). The orchid nearly killed her - we gave her fluids for a week. She recovered, but with such severe damage to her kidneys that the vet said 6 months.
In those next 6 months we bought a house and she was indeed sick. We had lived in a little apartment, and by the time we moved in, she was thin and wasted. We were sure we would lose her. However, one day she sneaked outside into the yard. We were frantic because she had no claws, but then we began to notice a change in her spirit. She would lay on the grass and watch the birds. She gained weight. She got better. Such was the force of her personality that no other animal ever got close enough to her to figure out she had no claws (and she had my dog, Stella, who came running to her aid if she started yowling - those two were great friends!). Eventually her damaged kidneys did catch up with her in November of 2002 when she died in my sister's arms.I've Been On Catster Since: